"What? We still have to wait? Why? We paid money too." Old Mrs. Mu asked loudly.
"Ma'am, you're not the only one who paid. Look at how many people are ahead of you in line!"
The assistant pointed to a line of people at the far right of the clinic, and Mr. Mu was stunned.
"Young man, could you do us a favor? My daughter had a high fever all night, and we rushed from the countryside to the town early this morning just to seek the doctor's help.
If we delay any longer, my daughter's life might be at risk..."
Mr. Mu's deeply lined face was full of sorrow.
"Sir, it's not that we don't want to help. Just look, who here isn't seriously ill and in need of treatment? You still have to wait!"
Old Mrs. Mu's temper flared up, and she rolled up her sleeves, ready to argue with the clinic assistant.
Mr. Mu feared things would end up like with Zhang Huai Shu, who was denied treatment at the clinic.
Xiangxiang did die.
